Date: Mon, 28 Nov 2005 09:24:58 -0800 (PST)
From: T Chase McPhee
Subject: Out In The Wild, Wild West 18
The following story is a work of fiction, set in the
format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is
entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to
accurately reflect upon persons in towns, cities, or
governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If a
sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships
offends you, then you should not read this story.
Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in
most state and countries, you are not allowed to read
this story by law. This is fiction. Do not forget, in
real life, to think about 'sexual safety matter'; got
condom?
"Out In The Wild, Wild West" 18
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"I don't believe it, Sean!"
"What don't you believe, Cal?"
"You... you're holding JJ's legs up on your shoulders...
and fucking him!"
"Hey, one thing you have to discover about JJ here?"
"What's that, Sean?" Cal sincerely questions him.
"Like what you're turning my big brother into."
Braedon's eyes looked as wide as saucers, but Sean
knew his brother wasn't going to break off sucking
Cal's teen meat. No, he wasn't about to jump up, his
head leaving the pillow, bouncing Cal's ass off his
chest, to pounce for speaking his mind.
"What am I turning him into, Sean?"
"A teen cockslut!"
"What's that, Sean?"
"Same as JJ here. He wants to swallow my boycream.
Yep! JJ wants as much as he can get down here," Sean
supports his statistice, pressing a finger into JJ's
deep navel, causing all of the hairy around it, to
collect, making it looking thicker than it is.
"Does JJ like that, Sean?"
"Like what?"
"Pushing into his belly like that?"
"He likes me touching him anywhere. Besides, you'll
see what happens when you get your cockslave trained."
"'My cockslave'? `Trained'?"
"Sure. You watch, from here on in Cal. Brae's going to
beg for your cock."
"I don't think so."
"No? Try it. Go ahead. I dare you."
"Try what?"
"Pull out of Brae's mouth."
"Why? It feels good being in there."
"Hee hee," Sean giggles, then adds, "big brother is
building up your confidence in him already."
"Huh?"
"Just..." Sean reaches over.
Needing to pull a couple of his eight inches out, to
mishandle his friends cock, lodged in between the lips
of his big brother, he removes the 7.5c.
"Oooooh, Sean!"
"Trying to prove a point here, Cal."
Braedon seizes the moment, also, manhandling Sean and
pries him loose.
"Brae you fuck!" JJ calls out, as Sean's 8c pulls all
the way out.
JJ's legs fall down flat on the bed.
"Hee hee," Braedon laughs, citing, "double revenge!"
"Um, how come he's not begging me, Sean?"
"I dunno," he replies, boosting JJ's legs back up to
his shoulders, guiding his still hard cock back into
JJ's chute.
Cal watches, as both Sean and JJ sigh at the sweetness
of the shaft to ass pleasuring.
"Don't you like sucking my cock, Brae?"
"I like it very much, but do I have to beg for it?"
"No. I guess not, but...."
"What?" Braedon asked the youthful, curious eyes that
stare at him.
"No. Never mind."
Braedon's been a top long enough, to know one, when he
sees one.
"You want to fuck me?"
The seventeen year old blushed, at the sound of it,
connecting with the thought.
Misdirecting his answer, he replied, "Never did it
before."
"Always a first time for everything, Cal."
Staring again, like part of a game, Braedon took the
initiative to put his hands behind Cal's neck. Slowly,
as the teen allowed, he brought him down to his chest,
then cuddled, lips to lips. Bobbing back up again, as
if a puppet, Braedon smiled.
"Ready?"
"Yeah. I mean no. I mean, I never did it before!"
To help the teen along, in his sex education, Braedon
directed Cal to move backwards. At first his ass was
positioned on his ribs, then over his navel. Still, he
prompted the teen to move further back.
"Oops! Almost sat on `your' cock, Brae."
"Maybe you'll do it on purpose sometime!"
Cal took it as a question, not sure of the answer.
"Further... you're almost there."
When the twenty-five year old could safely lift his
thighs, without upending his teen sex partner, he told
Cal to sit there a minute, on his knees.
"Um, I can't see your asshole," Cal said, still a bit
embarrassed.
Sean interrupted his sweaty fucking, to instruct, "If
you can't find it, do this!"
"Dammit, Sean!"
"Hey, I'm sure my finger isn't the only one that's
been up there, Brae!"
"But at least it was a strangers! Geesh!"
"Doesn't matter if it's a stranger or your own
brother!"
"Um, Sean?" JJ questions.
"What?"
"Can you pay attention before you fall out again?"
Sean did force it back in, evacuating it a couple of
inches.
"Here, is this any better?" Braedon replied, rocking
back, almost doubling himself in half.
"Oh yeah, but... hey, it looks too small."
>From sucking on it, Braedon knew the case at hand,
literally. For teen cock, it sure had been bloated.
Even a man in his twenties or thirties might not have
had the width of Cal's seventeen year old shaft.
"Looks can be deceiving," Braedon informed him, even
though he knew he wasn't deceiving himself into
thinking this wasn't going to hurt.
"Stick your finger in, like I showed you Cal and then
press the tip of your cock in after you've found the
hole. After that, just jamb it in."
Braedon, a look of disgust on his face, rendered,
"That's `not' how you do it!"
Sean smirked.
"Wait a minute," Braedon said, flinging his legs over
the edge of the bed.
"Where's he going?" Cal asked his teen friend.
"Probably to take a leak!"
However, when Braedon returned, he had a small can in
his hand.
"Oh that stuff rots!" Sean said.
"Is that all you're thinking of is yourself, little
brother?"
Then Sean directed, "Yeah okay. Smear it on your cock,
Cal and then put some on your finger and shove it up
Brae's ass."
"Shove it?" Braedon questioned.
Smiling, with a cutesy demeanor, Sean replies, "Shove
it up Brae's ass, nicely!"
This time both Braedon and Cal gave him a look.
"Hey, there ain't any easier way of saying it!"
"It's the kid's first time," Braedon explains to his
brother.
"Okay. Do it anyway you want. I've wasted enough time
here. I should've shot my load hours ago."
"Yeah, right Sean. And that wouldn't keep you from
shooting another," Braedon complained.
"You can do another, Sean? Right after the first one?
You're good!"
The brothers looked at each other. They grinned. It
ran in the family, that a guy could have multiple
orgasms daily.
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"Here you are, Artemis."
"Thank you for taking me in like this, Arik."
"You? Thank me, Artemis? I won't hear of it!"
"Even after I...."
"Artemis, you know how I adore you. I was happy that
you chose to be with James West."
"Arik, it should have been you."
"It's not too late, Artemis."
With a full course meal, that affordable on a
peddler's salary, in front of him, Artemis lifts his
head, staring straight above, as if at the ceiling.
Instead, in view is the face of an angel. The
thirty-eight year old, dark brown haired, bearded face
of the man whom he left for James West, many a year
ago.
"Arik," Artemis begins to say, "after I take care of
business, I promise that we will be together."
"Are you sure, Artemis?"
"This time I am, Arik. Very sure."
With a less than half of the meal still on the table,
Arik leads Artemis upstairs.
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"Ooooh...oooh... oh yeah... work my hole, baby!"
Dead to the world, JJ and Sean lay in each other's
arms. Next to them, Braedon is having the time of his
life, as the teen cock massages his ass canal.
"Baby?"
"Yeah... for a first-timer, baby, you're sure doing
fine... oooh sooo fine!"
"And you're sure I'm not hurting you, Brae?"
"Hurt? Oh fuck no. That time passed an hour ago."
"Is that how long I've been fucking you, Brae?"
"Doesn't matter.... Doesn't matter. Keep doing it,
baby."
Everytime Braedon has enunciated the affectionate
name, `baby', it's given Cal a tingly sensation
inside. At first he questioned the use, considering
their vast range in age, being eight years younger
than Braedon's twenty-five years. But now, Cal's rock
hard shaft, massaging the inside of Braedon's body,
makes him seem so much more a part of him.
"Brae?"
"Yeah, baby?"
"Are you going to sending me away after I'm done
fucking you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Do you sort of like me?"
"Oh yeah... you bet I do."
"No, more than like me, like pushing my cock in and
out of you?"
A moment didn't flicker, as Braedon impressed upon his
point. Separating his legs, he brought the seventeen
year old down in, between the gap. He gave him
proficient kisses.
"Careful, Brae."
"What?"
"You're going to make me pull out!"
"Pull out, baby? Un-uh. That's wedged in there. That
ain't goin' nowhere!"
"Oh. If you say so."
"Yeah, now come back and let me finish kissing you,
baby."
After a few more rounds of affection, Cal comes up for
air.
"Brae?"
"Yeah, Cal?"
"How do I know when I have to more fast?"
"Move fast? When?"
"When I'm fucking you, like Sean started going real
fast with JJ?"
"Oh. That! Well, it's when you feel like you have to
shoot your load."
"Inside of you, right?"
"Whatever you want. If you want to claim my ass,
then..."
"Claim your ass?"
Smiling, Braedon looks up at the angel face.
"Yeah, Cal. Y'know, I think it's time that I start
being a one man man."
"One man man?"
"Right. Well, since we're getting serious here, I
would want you to know all my secrets and..."
"You don't have to tell me anything, Brae."
"I want to. You see, Cal, I've slept with a lot of
men."
"A lot? How many? Eighty?"
"Not that many, but not far from it, either."
"Wow and think of it? I've only slept with one!"
Braedon smiled, at the candid remark.
"Let's say that it's been about fifty."
"In your whole life?"
"Mostly, in the last three or four years."
"How come you did that?"
"I don't know. I was young, reckless. I drank a lot."
"You're going to stop drinking?"
"You crazy? And let you miss out on some of your best
drinking days, down at Bart's pub?"
Smiling, the two kissed again. Dropping the rest of
the subject for now, Cal complained the `wedge' was
coming loose!
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James West hadn't planned on spending the whole
afternoon at the pub, but when Stormy Connors and his
buds showed up, he had to pour out some of his
adventures, while his audience requested a story or
two.
"So, they stripped you down and hung you up by your
arms, Jim?"
"That's right Jake. Then this mean fellow comes out,
with a bullwhip about the length of this table!"
They look down to the end of the table, where Dr.
Nelson's twenty-two year old son Bryan, Rico and
Stormy are seated. Those three look up to Jim, Jake
and their new artist friend, nineteen year old Ansel
Perkins sits. As Ansel is sitting there, he is free
sketching Jim's portrait.
"Then what happened, Jim?"
"He's a-circling around back of me, I suppose to pick
out the place to pick his best shot, at harassing me
with his long, leather talon."
"Were you scared, Jim?"
" A little. I mean, a bullwhip making contact with the
skin, is a hundred more times ferocious than a leather
strap."
"Hey, Jim?" Steve Connors interrupted.
"Yeah, Steve?"
"Can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Sure."
Of course, as Jim makes his exit from the group, they
jeered, wanting to hear whether Jim got a whipping or
escaped. Taking his leftover beer to the bar, he stood
till Bart came over.
"What's on your mind Bart?"
"You, Jim."
"Me?"
"And him?"
Looking across the bar, Jim spots Steve, servicing
another patron.
"Yeah, what about Steve?"
"Tells me you know about the dungeon in the basement."
"Well, if keeping it a secret is a problem, you have
no cause to worry about me, Bart."
"That I know, Jim, but hey, tonight I'm having a
little get together and I'm a little worried about
Steve."
"How so?" Jim asks, chugging the last of his mug.
"Hey Steve, wanna get Jim another?" Bart holds up the
empty mug. "You see, Steve is new to this and I was
figuring I should have a few guys in that can `take
it', if you catch my drift?"
"How many are you planning on?"
"Not a helluva lot, Jim. A couple of fellows you've
never met before and Pedro Gonzalez."
"Pedro Gonzalez? Shit! He'll rip Steve apart!"
"So, now you understand my predicament, then?"
"Do I! Wow! Pedro Gonzalez, huh? Don't know if I'm
into taking him on myself, Bart."
"It's you or Steve, Jim. He's put up some good money,
so I've gotta come through."
"How much?"
"Eight."
"Whoooa! He's going to be expecting some heavy play
tonight! What about the Swede?"
"I tried. He's not about. Sometimes he goes up the
coast. So, what do you say to ten percent, Jim?"
"Hmm..."
"It's his last time here."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. Pedro's making a break for the west coast. He
won't be coming back here for anymore play."
"Well, make it twenty-five and you've got a deal."
Smiling, Bart replied, "You drive a hard bargain,
Jim."
"Hey, it's my hide, not yours!"
"Alright, fine. Be here tonight at eight, stripped
down and ready then."
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Looking back at the thirty-eight year old, contented
with the sex they've had, slept. 'Poor fool', Artemis
says, opening the box on the host's dresser, removing
whatever coins and bills had been for the taking.
Opening the top dresser, he spied a gold watch.
Snatching it out, commented to himsefl, 'this should
bring me a small fortune'. With whatever of value he
had, Artemis took leave of the man who trusted him,
believing he returned the care and affection he felt
for the other.
Descending the stairs, he went into the kitchen and
wrapped himself up some food stuffs, in a linen cloth.
Looking back at last night's dinner and dishes, still
unattended to, he responded, 'sorry I can't stay to
clear the table, Arif! Hee hee...'
Out the door, the early morning dew partially hid his
escape. After traversing four blocks, he made a right
and quickly walked another three. He looked up, at one
particular three story brownstone. Then putting his
mind forward, walked to the end of the block, made a
right, then after a half block of paces, another
right. It seemed like a deadend alley. Walking up to a
wall, Artemis loosened a brick. From behind it, he
fished out a key. It fit the lock of the heavy brown,
wooden door. With a creak, he opened it, entered and
closed it, bolting it behind him.
"Aaaah," he breathed in deeply, "home, sweet, home!"
Through the basement he strolled, passing through an
archway, which brought him into a rather large room.
He said to himself, eyeing up the chains hanging down
from the ceiling, "Ah, remember Artie when we used to
play down here?" His loins began to twitch, drawing on
memories of playing with some of the neighborhood
boys, plus other men that he used to pick up in the
bars. Passing by another doorway, he unhooked a
cat-o-nine tails from the wall, saying to himself,
"Hmm... might feel like some entertainment later!" As
if striking a man's ass, he hurled it through the air.
Ascending the stairs, an open door brought Artemis up
out of the catacombs of the basement area and into a
totally different world. On his way to the kitchen, to
put away the few amounts of sustenance from Arif's
kitchen, he poured himself a sherry. From there, he
walked up another flight. This brought him to all the
comforts of a warm bath, followed by the comforts of a
feather bed. As he lay there, a robe around his body,
his hand worked it's way through the folds of the
robe. "Oooh yeah. Very soon you'll be begging to suck
me, James!" Second thoughts brought him images of JJ
and Braedon. "And you two... you'll be rotting away in
my dungeon!"
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Continued.....
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